The man's words seemed utterly natural, as if he were merely commenting on the nice weather today!
The woman didn't notice when her lips were smeared with Italian sauce. Lu Jingchen caught sight of it from the corner of his eye, very naturally pulling over a few tissues. He leaned over slightly, raising his hand to help her wipe the sauce from her lips. Fortunately, the table was rectangular, so it was not very far to reach across from one side to the other; a slight rise from his seat was all it took to touch!
From the moment Song Qiao saw this table yesterday morning, she had already decided to replace it, as after all, dining at this table wasn't necessarily better than those Chinese round tables!
For instance, if they had an occasional hotpot meal at home, it would be somewhat awkward with people sitting around this type of long table.
